(To the tune of “Fields of Gold” by Sting)<\/p>\n
You’ll remember me when the sandstorms blow
\nAmong the low mastabas
\nYou’ll forget Lord Ra in his shining boat
\nAs we guard the pyramids.
\nSo she took her love for to gaze awhile
\nUpon the low mastabas
\nHer sarcophagus was their shelter then
\nAmong the pyramids.<\/p>\n
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
\nAmong the low mastabas?
\nYou’ll forget your time in the living world
\nAs we sleep in pyramids.
\nSee the sandstorms blow wearing down the stones
\nThat make the low mastabas
\nFeel her cerements as the wrap you round
\nInside her pyramid.<\/p>\n
I never made promises lightly
\nAnd there have been some that I’ve broken
\nBut I swear to you in the days still left
\nWe’ll sleep in pyramids
\nWe’ll sleep in pyramids.<\/p>\n
Many years have passed since those summer days
\nAmong the low mastabas
\nAnd the time has come now to rise again
\nAmong the pyramids
\nWe will show these men what it means to fear
\nThose who guard the pyramids
\nThose who guard the pyramids
\nThose who guard the pyramids<\/p>\n
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